Nights coldest thoughts

Seated in night’s saddle 
I hear those floated footsteps drenched within memories noose 
they will not stop on grassy green wind tossed ground
where marble grins and granite teeth chime
Seated under the lights honest stare
 fragrance of wilted earthy wreaths
dance abroad and seize the gaping grin
howling choirs storm the chimneys bare breast
but seated I will remain
as frosted searching bones
clamber for the rushing hour
spinning on minutes tiny heels
 fingers 
flesh peeled against nights veiled shrouded breath

Seated 
amongst this failed harvest of a man
urging pain to gather and debate
with words and chisels bent
i remain
i remaining 
stay